A heart attack in black hair dye

a million crimson hearts stopped beating in an instant as our bloodshot eyes stare into the massacre that consumed them our luminous blue jackets weep we half expect the Pegasus adorning them to fly away lost souls cry endlessly for their leader the fluorescent poison that fueled our childish minds but like our beautiful universe he is gone all we learned to love falling apart around us everything we ever knew seems like a waste of precious time,taken by the jet black massacre of mangled memories tempting us with our troubled pasts everything taken by the heart attack in black hair dye. xoxog